Poem by Stephen Crane

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When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: ”Woe to my knowledge!
I intended to see good white lands
And bad black lands,
But the scene is grey.”

1. Two or three angels
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Many red devils ran from my heart
4. The ocean said to me once
5. To the maiden

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